Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Bit of this
There is a note on the table, No school.

The kitchen smells of hot chocolate. It travels a surprisingly long way when dropped.

Mrs T is looking anxiously out of the window at the snow. "Oh dear, can you just clear the gate way and leave it open". She is worried should the emergency services be needed they wouldn't be able to open the gate.
Bit of that
You buggers may be ok in there, but spare a crumb Mrs.

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